Slowly he withdrew then slid in again. After a few slow, smooth thrusts he lost control and began to ram into her, filling her to perfection. Then she began to slide backward across the slick wood. Realizing what was happening but too far gone to care, he grabbed her beneath her knees and she grasped the edge of the table, hanging on tightly.
Over and over he pounded into her until he came, hips pushed forward, grasping hands digging small furrows in her skin.
Eventually he pulled out and removed the condom. He gazed at her then smiled, wider and wider, until his rich, warm laugh filled the room. Although she was a bit sexually frustrated, she couldn't help joining him until their laughter echoed off the walls. It took a few long minutes until they both calmed. “I'm so sorry,” he said when he'd caught his breath. “I got a little carried away and when I couldn't hold you still . . .” He chuckled again.
“I know and it's okay. In my story it was all so easy.”
“It didn't live up to my expectations either. I know you didn't enjoy it nearly as much as I did.”
“It's really all right.”
“No, it's not, but we'll take care of that later. How about we have dinner together, then go back to my place where, on a nice soft bed, I can show you what a considerate lover I can be?”
She huffed out a breath. She loved it that he cared about her pleasure. “Sure.” She rose and began to dress.
“Right. It will be our first date.”
She laughed again. “I like that idea.”